At Obiri Rock a woman,
chalked on dark stone, floated
next to the orb of the moon.
Drawn hundreds of years ago,
her delicate lines have lasted.
Around Obiri, the sheltering scrub
was sparse, the grasses
dotting bare earth. I wanted to be
an Aboriginal child long ago
running that ground.
Note: Obiri Rock is in Kakadu National Park, Northern Territory. The drawings are in a shallow (but tall) cave created by an overhang. I have never seen a photograph of the particular images in the poem, though photos of the many other drawings there exist and can be found by Googling. The ones in the poem were apart, very high up, and not so sharp or detailed as others.
Submitted for dVerse Form For All: Poetry as Semaphore, in which Samuel Peralta (@Semaphore on twitter) invites us to create poems with verses of exactly 140 characters. I found that this discipline 'fixed' an old draft that wasn't quite working before.
My own twitter name is @SnakyPoet. I tend to use it (poetically) for short poems, where the whole poem is 140 characters or fewer, or else to link to longer poems on my blog.
makes me think of Stonehedge
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It does have that same timeless feel, but in other ways is very different from Stonehenge, being a natural formation set in bushland. I have now added a note to the post, which explains it a bit more.
Deleteglad you linked up. following you now as well.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this so much..I can relate to the words.
ReplyDeletesmiles...cool...there is something in me that desires a more ancient place...at the dawn of man...
ReplyDeleteLove the mystical tone to this piece, a glimpse into an ancient world.
ReplyDeleteThe ending did it for me... love this!
ReplyDeletebeautiful imagery... :-)
ReplyDeleteJust loved the description and the childhood wish.
ReplyDeletelove the chalking on dark stone...some beautiful magic in this...and running that ground as a native...sounds beautiful
ReplyDeleteFeels ancient and enlightening and I want to be there.
ReplyDeleteGood capture of your reaction when viewing an ancient relic. Nice.
ReplyDeleteLike the collective conscious of ancestral memory...timeless. ~peaceful Friday, Jason
ReplyDeleteThe lure of this is irresistible--beautiful writing, drawing deep emotions to the surface.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done - your evocation of that tableau when an ancient relic's significance was etched forever in time, that evocation is masterfully done.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sam. I just realised it is Obiri Rock,not Oberoi. But I was able to insert a couple of commas to get the characters up to 140 again.
DeleteThat's the way it's done!
DeleteBeautiful, i love how you bring the drawing into the landscape.
ReplyDelete...Rosemary, these are beautiful... both verse has a tanka feel to it...but i favorited your first verse... loved it... smiles...
ReplyDeleteThis was thought provoking. I've never once wanted to go back to that period of time and I wondered why anyone would; but upon reflection thought that the purity of scenery, the scarcity of people, the poetry of nature then would have trumped the unnatural creature comforts we enjoy today. This was certainly a powerful piece!
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